The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Rushing to the north window on the fourth floor of the drug-making workshop, Jessica saw a long row of heads below. From her angle, heads even became the easiest target. The combat literacy of this group of drug dealers was obviously not very good. It was even strange that there was no one above them. Jessica stretched out half of her upper body, dropped a flash shock bomb from the tentacles on her chest, and then grabbed the machine gun and launched the attack.

The death storm surged down.

The drug dealers were stunned by the loud noise and flash of light. They had no time to react, and the bullets that penetrated from the top of their heads tore their limbs. This ambush was perfect. Jessica controlled the gun steadily, and fierce fire quickly opened a long line along the path. Every enemy on the way was hit by at least two or three shots.

The whole process only takes less than 5 seconds.

The straight path below was covered with broken bodies, and the few drug dealers who could still speak used all their strength and howled from their throats, hoping that their companions more than ten meters away could lend a helping hand. But everyone else was frightened by this ambush, especially looking at the hellish bloody scene in front of them. No one dared to step forward rashly, and could only let their dying companion collapse and cry out.

On Jessica's side, in order to save machine gun ammunition, she picked up a Sterling submachine gun from the corpse of a drug dealer. This thing has a long history. There was a prototype as early as the end of World War II. Its design was based on the famous Sten submachine gun at that time. With greater accuracy and reliability, the Stirling submachine gun gradually replaced the Sten starting in the 50s and continued to serve in the British Army until 1994.

Being old and getting stronger belongs to yes.

Unfortunately, this cheap mass-produced product has little collection value. Jessica changed positions and continued to shoot at the drug dealers. This time the enemy was finally on guard. The flashlight light was frequently peeking upstairs. However, there were many windows on each floor. Jessica kept moving, reaching out here and there, and knocked down three more people.

"Is there anyone knocking on the door?"

While patrolling around, Jessica was concerned about her girlfriend: "I have beaten at least 20 people this round. They may need some time to re-plan their route."

"There's nothing going on here, over."

Miss Butterfly Knife seemed to be in a good mood, speaking concisely and coldly. Jessica checked the equipment, replied "received", and then went down the stairs to the third floor. There were several corpses lying at the entrance. Judging from their expressions, they all experienced severe pain before death, which made people lament the horror of poisonous gas.

Okay Jessica, this is what your girlfriend is like.

Wow!

A bullet shattered the window pane.

At the front entrance of the building, some drug dealers broke into the nearby residential building and set up a position. However, the lights were turned off on all four floors of the drug making workshop. They were unable to catch the attacker for the time being, so they simply sprayed bullets symbolically. Jessica looked around and saw that there were some people who were hiding and not shooting. They probably wanted to wait for her to reveal their position first.

At the same time, the hazy car lights in the smoke moved, and someone rushed to the driver's seat at the risk of death, trying to clear the way for the vehicles behind. Jessica was heartbroken, changed back to Miss Watson, quickly found a room and used her pocket watch to open the passage to Silent Hill, rushed in and went straight to the ammunition box.

The movement startled Donna.

"Miss......"

She stood up timidly, a look of surprise appeared on her face under the mask, but Miss Watson just turned her head and said hello, then grabbed two RPG launchers, and ran away with the gun bag and ammunition bag. Go back to the exit. At this moment, Donna just took two steps forward, stretched out one hand, and blinked stupidly. There seemed to be two groups of violently shaking snow-grey shapes still remaining in her field of vision.

Returning to the underworld, Miss Watson transformed back into Jessica's appearance, using her tentacles to organize the newly acquired weapons and ammunition while running. She ran to the fourth floor, faced the car lights in the smoke below and carried the RPG launcher. The tentacles carried the rocket-propelled grenade in front and stuffed it into the barrel.

Click!

Hammer cocked.

"(Albanian) Okay, you British guys..." With the help of thermal vision, Jessica aimed at the place where the humanoid heat mass was most concentrated and pulled the launch trigger: "Listen to the news from the Albanian gangsters. greeting!"

Phew—boom!

The rocket-propelled grenade dragged its tail flame into the fog, exploding into an orange-red flame, followed by a deafening sound, and kicked the silence that was riddled with holes. Jessica put on a second launcher, flying through the hail of bullets, and aimed at the residential building on the left that was temporarily occupied by drug dealers.

"Why such a big explosion? Did you do it?" Michela in the basement heard the movement and quickly called Jessica: "I will be ready soon. Did they bring heavy firepower?"

"No, dear."

The second rocket-propelled grenade probably hit some kind of combustion accelerant. At this moment, thick black smoke was rising from the middle of the building on the left. Jessica shot another one forward, then picked up an AK automatic rifle, ran forward and jumped out of the building. : "Don't worry, I just got a takeaway."

Several explosions turned the drug dealers into cowering turtles again. Taking advantage of the searchlight's temporary rest, Jessica rushed straight to the residential building on the left. The choking black smoke was filling the air, which of course had no effect on her. She used her tentacles to devour the drug dealer crawling on the carpet. Jessica kicked the door with her foot and pointed her gun at the panicked enemy in the corridor.

Five.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!

The bullet penetrated the wooden wall partition and hit the chest of the drug dealer behind him; while his companion turned to run away, but was shot in the back, leaving a bloody trail.

Three.

Jessica retreated to the room, checked the fire, and found that a gas pipe burst by a rocket-propelled grenade had ignited the furniture. She closed the gas valve with her tentacles, turned on the faucet, and soon put out the fire. As a gang gathering place, ordinary people will naturally not settle down in the black streets. Apart from gang members, most of them are only the lower-class dancers, prostitutes, bartenders and pimps in the red light district next door.

It is precisely because of this that the government has been worried about the follow-up resettlement of these people in the early years. Considering that a considerable number of these black households could not even contribute votes, they simply chose to let it go. At this point, almost all the residents were working in the red light district next door. Apart from these drug dealers, there were really no people in the building.

Walking into the balcony, the rain is getting stronger.

Jessica looked down and saw another person touching the main entrance of the drug making workshop.

There is a small open space in front of the main entrance, otherwise drug dealers would not try to drive in, but this also means that this area can be clearly seen from several high places around. Jessica did not attack rashly, but jumped back to the drug-making workshop building first, and then took out several Soviet-made F-1 grenades from the gun bag.

3...2...1...lost.

After several consecutive vibrations, Jessica temporarily abandoned the front and ran to other locations, using bullets and grenades to take care of all the roads around the drug making workshop. At this time, Miss Butterfly Knife finally called over the communication: "I've done it."

"Come out of side door No. 2."

After simply packing up the equipment, Jessica rushed downstairs: "Can you finish everything by yourself?"

"I need your help carrying me up the stairs."

"Come here!"

As she said that, Jessica stopped at the top of the stairs: "I'm going down the stairs, pay attention to the muzzle of the gun."

"Got it." Michela was already waiting. There was a small cart next to her, full of glassware and various bottles. More than a dozen tentacles stretched out from Jessica's chest, and she helped lift the entire small cart up the stairs with both hands, without even knocking a beat during the whole process.

"...It's convenient for you."

Michela looked at her girlfriend's equipment and tilted her head: "What? Have local gangs in England started using AKs and RPGs?"

"So it's takeout."

Jessica picked up the gun and walked towards the exit. Time was urgent now. Miss Butterfly Knife didn't say anything and followed closely, dragging the goods. After pushing open the side door on the first floor of the drug making workshop, she threw one poison gas bomb at each side of the road as planned - unlike the ones used to deal with drug dealers just now, the gas emitted from this canister was very light in color and pungent. The degree has also been reduced a lot.

But Jessica doesn't think they are weak.

"Pay attention to the mud." The rain made the black street very muddy. There were not many street lights here anyway, so Jessica simply used her tentacles to help, pulling the goods like a fitness freak pulling tires. Michela was finally free of restraints and turned sideways with her gun raised to guard the rear.

Wow——!

There was a thunder in the night sky.

Jessica took out the Ruger pistol and knocked out the light bulb under the eaves in front of her with two clicks. The sound of rain almost covered up the movement of the integrated suppressor. After about two intersections, my ears caught the sound of a car engine mixed in with the raindrops.

But this lane is inaccessible to cars.

Sure enough, the car lights flashed past the intersection at the end.

The heavy rain forced the few idle residents back into their houses, but nothing happened again. The two of them arrived at the van smoothly. After loading the goods in two minutes, Jessica lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out of the alley. It wasn't until the buildings on the black street were left in the rearview mirror that Michela took off her gas mask and took a few deep breaths: "I haven't worn it for a while."

"To be honest, I hope you never have to wear it again, except when playing games." Jessica held the steering wheel with her left hand and put her right hand on her lap: "I have been worried about you tonight, but I know this It’s wrong to restrain you, I can only try my best to eliminate the threat.”

"You've already done this."

Michela gently held Jessica's hand, and at this moment there was another thunder outside, illuminating the road again: "Do you know that the princess in your military uniform still has it? I hid it in the cellar of the manor in Heidelberg. I really want to see you in that outfit again.”

"I thought you didn't want to mention Heidelberg anymore." Jessica turned her head and looked at her girlfriend's face: "But since you said that, do you want to find a chance to go back and see it in the future? But that princess in military uniform... I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I was much slimmer back then than I am now, and I’m afraid I can only wear a helmet.”

Miss Butterfly Knife chuckled twice.

Then he lowered his head in silence.

Jessica didn't rush, and looked at the road ahead quietly.

From their current position, they had to cross the Thames to reach Dagenham, which was still a long distance away. The car drove along the lonely road late at night. Everything was quiet except for the subtle noise of the bottles and cans in the back compartment.

"Heidelberg is like my previous life."

After a few minutes, Michela finally opened her mouth, holding Jessica's hand slightly tighter: "Can you understand this feeling? I occasionally think of that city, but it is too far away from me. I am here There used to be all the best things in life, but I didn’t know how to cherish them at that time.”

"Young people are all like this, Dr. Heinzwafen. Or I should say, everyone has been wasted to some extent. This is always a part of life, and then they understand what regret and preciousness are." Sika held Michelle's hand and looked into those blue eyes: "Originally I wanted to say this, but now I just want to say, you still have me."

The corners of Miss Butterfly Knife's mouth slowly raised.

She reached out and held Jessica's face, touched the red lips, and then quickly moved away: "Okay, I'm really not used to your face."